Pulitzer prize winning poet and Miami native Donald Justice died of pneumonia in an Iowa nursing home today. He was 78. (Via Michelle at Cup of Chicha.)

From A Donald Justice Reader, which I happen to have on my desk at work, here’s “Poem to be Read at 3 A.M.”:

Excepting the diner
On the outskirts
The town of Ladora
At 3 A.M.
Was dark but
For my headlights
And up in
One second-story room
A single light
Where someone was sick or
Perhaps reading
As I drove past
At seventy
Not thinking
This poem
Is for whoever
had the light on

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